just saw on the hbomb subreddit that james somerton briefly reactivated his twitter and changed the name to agayraconteur, then 8 hrs later deleted it again because people were noticing, so. everyone who went all in on "he'll keep popping up again and again in new forms" cash your bets in now LMAO
edit: hey yall this post is very out of date but has been getting spikes of notes since the second apology video so i'm gonna be marking it unrebloggable
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Rogues Gallery AU Ratchet and Drift details vvv
Drift, formerly going by the name Deadlock, has long since retired her career as the hired assassin Cheshire after ending up at Ratchet's free clinic 10 years ago. The two now live together and have since gotten married at some point, with Drift sometimes helping Ratchet out in the clinic. Otherwise, she trains her athletic skills relentlessly and repaints/maintains her old gear in case anyone decides to cause trouble for either of them. You never know what might happen in Gotham City...
Ratchet runs a free clinic in Gotham, treating anyone or any bat looking for help. Her history with Prowl is long, and she doesn't necessarily approve of Prowl's decision to don the cowl, but she'll still help out regardless. Ratchet's currently been looking to retire alongside Drift some time soon, but has tremendous difficulty staying away from her clinic.
Both can break every bone in ur body if they really wanted to
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The problem with affirming that you don’t want to give up on your entire life through the metaphor of consciously acknowledging that you considered just letting your phone sink to the bottom of a glacial lake somewhere north of Muskoka and then said NO THE PHONE WILL LIVE is that the cell phone is inherently a cursed object.
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i couldnt get the roommate!gaz + heater broken situation out of my head. whoops :)
mdni. cw: dubcon, reader is gn but has a vagina and breasts, cat and mouse but the mouse is way too willing to get in bed with the cat
resigning yourself to sleeping in kyle’s room because the heater is still not working and he’s so fucking warm.
totally not because you drip like a fucking faucet when your thick thighs are pressed right against his own muscular ones. you absolutely don’t love the way he groans when you shimmy yourself back into him to make sure you’re maintaining proper skin to skin contact, ass pressing right onto him. him being hard and splitting your cheeks apart with his girth when you’re in bed has nothing to do with this. you dont secretly love when he apologizes and says he’ll just tuck himself down to bother you less, only for his fat cock to end up between your legs.
you don’t constantly think about how gaz hisses and groans when he feels the wetness between your thighs. how he pants while fighting the urge for his hips to twitch and grind into you. the way his body strains taut against you to keep himself in place. or the tight grip he keeps on your hips, fingers playing with the fat there while you whimper at the force.
you certainly never remember how gaz’s restraint always snaps, testing the waters with small thrusts. the choked moan he lets out at the wet sensation of your slick being spread over him as he moves. how he’s so thick that his thick head parts your lips so easily for the rest of him to follow. your eyes screwing shut, panting, when he slides right against your clit. his hands on you keeping you in place so you’re forced to feel him every time. your nipples reacting and hardening, making it easier for him to move a hand and roll one of them between his fingers. you’re so sensitive that you press further into him, whining while you try to run from the sensation.
gaz clicking his tongue at you and chastising you for not staying still. unable to respond to him except with breathy whispers of his name and whines when he bumps your clit again or pulls at your nipples. the empty cold feeling between your legs when he pulls back just a bit further than normal.
the simultaneous gasp and groan you let out when he thrusts his hips forward and his cock catches at your gushing entrance. the absolutely filthy, wet sound it makes when he fills it. the way the sticky wet mess feels around the part of his sensitive head no longer trapped behind his foreskin. he loves to just poke at it, to embalrrass you, how wet you get just being in bed with him. hiding your face at the obscene sounds while you clench around nothing in anticipation.
only to get fed up with his taunting and pressing your hips down, trapping him and pushing him into you. gripping at the sheets because of the intrusion, panting at the sensation of him splitting you open and filling you completely. gaz’s grip bruising your hips at the sensation of how you suck him in, pussy begging him to fill it up.
“not nice love,” he grunts as he grinds his hips into you, “greedy little thing aren’t you?”
you shake your head because of course you’re not greedy! it’s all about the heater. the cold. thats all!
“j-just, oh, just trying to keep all of you warm! i swear”
“oh you’re just being thoughtful, that right sweetheart?” grins into your neck at the breathy yeah you respond with.
“oh you’re so sweet lovie. always so thoughtful about me. should give you a reward for that”
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